September 12, 2013
After almost three months since my last visit to the Oregon coast, I have finally returned for a long weekend of camping alone. Less than two weeks ago, I attempted to make a more permanent move to Eugene in the context of an unstable work/living situation, which was quickly falling apart. Unsure of what was going to happen and what my next move would be, revisiting the place I felt most independent and inspired seemed like an appropriate place to reevaluate.
Since my return yesterday, I have been overcome with joy, happiness, awe, and excitement, and even wrote an Ode to the Oregon Coast during last night's sunset. The stunning surroundings have lifted my mood immensely and the natural silence of the environment spiked my creativity as I turned my attention inward. And just like my first visit to the Oregon coast in June, I felt like being here was what my soul needed.
Before departing Seattle to return to the coast, I made some connections that lead to introductions to very interesting, like-minded people, whose company would eventually lead to inspiring conversations and new adventures. The best part of these connections was the simple reminder that interacting with like-minded and passionate people has a somewhat contagious effect... I felt reinvigorated about my plans and goals and could feel my energy resurfacing in spite of the challenges I'd recently been facing.
After meeting my new acquaintances for coffee, I knew it was time for me to retreat to my camp and focus on my yoga, and ultimately my self. Because I'd been feeling so out-of-sorts and disconnected from my own intuition, I started with a grounding meditation to tune back in with my self and my breath; eventually I found movement and chose poses based solely on what my body felt it needed at that exact moment. Soon I could feel the flow of energy moving everywhere from my toes to my fingertips to the base of my skull, and was reminded of the incredible heart-opening yoga I had done at Pleasant Valley Sanctuary at the beginning of my trip; I set the intention that I wanted to return to the clarity and openness I felt before. Beyond the physical practice, I was also blasting through some creative breakthroughs and was continuing to develop ideas for future plans.
Returning to camp to take a hot shower (Oregon’s campgrounds have the best set up!) felt particularly amazing after getting sandy and sweaty doing yoga, and thankfully ended that extra cold feeling that happens when the wind hits your sweaty skin. After, the inspiration of the day continued through reading the beginning of a new book, and an uplifting conversation with my sister -- which seemed delightfully related to the content of the book. Despite the thick clouds that had rolled in, I returned to the beach to see if I might be able to see the sunset still.
Only slightly unfortunately, there wasn’t much to see in the way of sun… there was a thin strip of rainbow-tinted clouds just above the horizon, and that was the extent of the sunset, but it made last night's incredible one seem even more blessed. In it’s own special way, the landscape had a mystical air to it -- undoubtedly emanating from the ombre’s of grey-green, grey-blue, grey, white, and tan, and the trees that looked as if they’d been frozen in a constant wind-blown state.
Gazing intensely at the endlessly crashing waves, I absorbed the sounds, sights, tastes, and feel of being ocean-side and let it course through me in a mind-cleansing sort of meditation. As I regained thought, I found myself reflecting on the past day and the strong commitment I was feeling to the path of living from a place of openness, love, courage, and creative expansion. Smiling, I looked around where I was seated to gather my things, waterbottle, book… and, what’s that on the sand? I saw a little piece of paper that looked like the top of a tea-bag, and then I saw another. Feeling somewhat excited, the kind of feeling you get when you find money in a jacket you haven’t worn for a long time, I turned them over to see what little fortunes these two tea-toppers would reveal…
“The universe is a stage on which your mind dances with your body, guided by your heart,” and, “Your choices will change the world.”
Of course, such 'fortunes' would be interpreted as inspiring, especially in the context of what had been on my mind, but the synchronicity of finding these was far greater... My mind flashed to a picture I had taken of these fortunes before, then remembered making them over my little camp stove, and tried to remember where it was that picture had been taken and... boom! It came to me with such delight I lauged out loud (though this is not entirely uncommon for me). The memory of that picture and making the tea was from the first night I had camped on the Oregon Coast, almost exactly three months ago. I found it universally, synchronistically hilarious to re-discover these exact fortunes while I was falling in love, all over again, with the Oregon coast.
It is now July 12th, 2014 and in the ten months since this blog took place, so much has happened. Upon my return to Eugene, my situation officially ended and my plans took a new direction. I connected with an incredible family who hosted me while I stayed in Eugene for a couple months, and continued to travel through 2013; I did not return to the Oregon Coast until early 2014. In February I moved to a small town on the Oregon Coast, and in March I began my yoga instructor training.
Recently, I stumbled upon this blog after forgetting that I had even written it, and the synchronicity and inspiration seems to be carrying through to my current life and the goals I'm continuing to develop. So wherever you are, remember to take some time for yourself -- drink some tea, do some yoga, spend some time with your thoughts, and explore what inspires you, who knows what might await you...
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